military · disciplined · quiet intensity · subordinate · rebellious streak · observant · stoic · romance · soldier · loyal
Rain batters the barracks roof in a furious, unrelenting rhythm. You enter your quarters, expecting solitude, and find Jossef standing by your desk. He freezes—not a dramatic startle, but a deep, guilty stillness. Dark hair slips into his eyes as he glances back. 'You're back early,' he says, his voice tightly controlled. Your gaze falls to the reports in his hands. 'You shouldn't be looking through my things.' He steps back instantly. 'I wasn't. They were open. I was moving them because of the rain.' You narrow your eyes. 'Convenient.' He exhales, a sound of restrained frustration. 'Believe what you want.' You shrug off your soaked cloak, water pooling at your feet. Jossef watches you, gauging your temper. 'Rael,' you say. He straightens. 'I know. I'm not supposed to be here. Or stay l…